Free Kinkade, Lea - I Got a Feelin' [The Chisholms of Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Lea Kinkade

in promoting the club. He was no longer living under his twin’s shadow.
    Now, looking at Samantha over the table, Ryan realized he would compete for her attention if he needed to. He wanted to be the only man in this woman’s life. Two weeks ago he would have added “for the next few weeks” onto that statement. Sitting across from her right now, he wanted to add “for the rest of my life.” Oh, hell! He should be running in the opposite direction. He was so screwed. He’d fallen for this woman. How the hell had that happened? He was in love with Samantha Michaels. She was the one.
    What was he going to do? He’d only known the woman two weeks, for Christ’s sake. Then he remembered that Xander had only known Jordan for about two weeks when he’d realized he was in love with her. Should he tell her he loved her? Ryan didn’t think she was ready to hear it let alone believe it. Ryan had helped Xander in the wooing project after he had pissed Jordan off and she had told him to go to hell. All the siblings had. He knew his father and Levi had helped Xander with the wooing project. Maybe they could help him. He needed to talk to his father. He’d get his father alone tomorrow at Sunday lunch and talk to him about Samantha. His mother would go bat-shit crazy once she found out Ryan had met the one.

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    Samantha and Ryan had enjoyed a wonderful meal together and were now entering the club for the dancing part of their date. Ryan had been wonderfully attentive during dinner, asking her questions about herself and answering every question she asked him. He had taken every opportunity to hold her hand over the table during the meal and had talked her into sharing the tiramisu for dessert, which he had fed to her off his fork. At both her house and at the restaurant, he had lifted her into the passenger side of his big truck as her pencil skirt didn’t allow her to make the trip on her own.
    Although he acknowledged several friends on his way into the club, Ryan took her to a table for two that had a “reserved” sign on it on one side of the dance floor. It was as far away from the normal foot traffic of the club as you could get. Ownership did have its privileges. Helping her onto her seat, he asked her if she wanted him to put her purse behind the bar and she agreed, giving it to him. He asked her what she wanted to drink and she gave him her order. While he was at the bar, he ordered a shot of Jameson and a diet soda for her and a beer for himself. The waitress would bring the drinks to the table as soon as the bartender was done pouring them.
    Samantha was swaying to the music when he returned to the table. The DJ was playing a fast-tempo song by Billy Currington, and he knew Samantha really enjoyed his music. As he returned to the table, he noticed a cowboy named Pete Chively leaving their table and slinking across the dance floor back to his own table. Coming up behind Samantha, he slid his hand gently up her back and onto her shoulder. Accepting the caress, she looked up into his face and smiled.
    “Is everything all right?” he asked as he gestured to the table where Chively had slunk off to.
    Samantha smiled. “He asked me to dance and I declined.”
    As the song morphed into a slow song, Ryan offered her his hand. “Let’s dance.”
    Taking his hand, Samantha let him lead her onto the floor. Swaying back and forth in his arms brought their bodies into perfect alignment. As she lifted her hands to his shoulders and let her fingers trail through the hair at the nape of his neck, she could feel her nipples stabbing through the front of her shirt.
    At least she was well camouflaged, she thought. This blouse had a geometric design in red and yellow. It would hide her erect nipples from all but the closest inspection. As she felt her pussy begin to weep into her panties, she felt the bulge against her lower abdomen telling her that he was already aroused. She had felt his substantial girth a couple